Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Television,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.